My big black dog

weaver

My big black dog

who looks like a buffalo

one second, bumbling, nonchalant

and the next, lurking, sniffing

a hasty look backward

make sure that no one is

snooping on his transgression

Leaped over the garden fence

Darn, those tomatoes are good;

Are those potatoes that I smell?

Dig, dig, dig.

Weaver!

comes a stern call.

Little does he know that we set up a camera last week

confirming his suspicion that

his humans are omniscient.

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4 Responses to My big black dog

  1. Loved the comic wit of the last line! I really like the way your poetic style is developing with each post! Each poem shows off a unique quality. Keep it up! 😊

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  2. Saneh Pandey says:

    Funny comparison to buffalo 😀 Lovely!

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